Your infamous trio at the Magic Academy, who had blown up more than one potions classroom, broken many brooms and even burned the headmaster's hair, the last of which had been done entirely by Dazai, were going through their last day of holidays.

You sat on the great stone railing of the staircase that connected the different levels of the city and watched the square fill with passers-by.

Chuuya stood beside you with a newspaper in his hands, reading something intently, his hair ruffled by the wind. Dazai, of course, was along and clearly dying of boredom.

"Come on, Chuuya, stop reading that tedious stuff, let's go! You're the only one we're waitin' for." Dazai drawled with feigned longing and leaned towards the newspaper-reading man.

"Shut up. If you're bored, go bother someone else, but not me." Annoyed, Chuuya cut him off and continued to leaf through the pages.